Jia Zhengfu, who was highly expected by Xia Qiu, disappointed Xia Qiu.

Jia Zhengfu failed to collect all the points on the weekend, and there was only one pawner, an old woman from a big family in Nange City.

The summer and autumn are basically confirmed, and you will go to Nange University after the college entrance examination.

The little secretary is busy making arrangements in advance these days. Due to the large number of tasks on Nange City, the old woman who joined later achieved her goal faster than Jia Zhengfu.

"What she wants to change to youth?" Xia Qiu was surprised.

For those old and wealthy people with a lot of assets, youth is probably the most useless thing, and lifespan and hidden commodity health are what they need.

Just like a bag, you must first satisfy the functions of putting your phone, wallet, comb, mirror, lipstick and perfume..., and then have good features, at least not to be held on the broken texture on your hands, and then talk about the beauty, majesty or cuteness of the appearance.

Youth is always at the end.

"How old is she?" Xia Qiu asked Wen Nairong.

"82." The little secretary replied. She knew what Xia Qiu was surprised by and gave her an answer. "There are always strange people."

It is very strange that you don’t have to live a long life or be healthy, but you have to be young.

Maybe it’s about being obsessed with youth.

Just like putting a woman and a plastic villain in front of an otaku and asking him to choose, the otaku often gives a surprising choice.

When I saw the old woman, I would understand it after asking.

The essence of gossip is the acquisition of information, which is an important condition for humans to form large communities. Summer and autumn also have the heart of gossip.

He has no interest in the irrelevant gossip of his brother, how old his brother is, how old his brother is, and how long his brother is. He prefers those thick, hidden and solemn gossips that concern their personal destiny and spirit.

When using money to buy pawnshops, he always likes to ask the other party how he got to this situation.

After getting out of Jiang Ruoying's car, he walked into the hotel in front of him that overlooked the river view, arrived at the top floor, and waited for the arrival of the old woman in summer and autumn.

This hotel is the Jiang family's property. Jiang Feihong gave the top three floors to the club as a hospitality place.

He wanted to give away a whole building, but Wen Nairong thought it was too high-profile and refused.

If a hotel that is a landmark in the city suddenly closes, residents will definitely look at it curiously all day long, which is not conducive to the concealment of the club.

Jiang Ruoying went to attract the old woman, and Xia Qiu sat on the sofa in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. The lights by the river were dim, and the cruise ships used to entertain tourists in the middle of the river were brightly lit.

On the other side, the round theater turned off its lights, and the silver shell looked very gray against the water lights, and it was not as bright as the daytime.

He waved to the little secretary and asked her to sit beside him.

Wen Nairong approached him and stood behind him.

The girl ignored his hint, so he said directly: "Pour me a glass of wine and sit next to me."

The little secretary took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet next to him, and handed it to Xia Qiu with a very transparent wine.

"Is this asking me to be chaotic after drinking?" Xia Qiu looked at the wine and pretended to be surprised.

The little secretary did not answer and reached out to get the bottle of wine back.

Xia Qiu put the wine bottle on the sofa: "Wine is not important, sit here quickly."

He just saw the large floor-to-ceiling window that often appears in film and television dramas. He wanted to imitate it, and took a glass of dark red wine, shaking his head, and sighed that the humans below were as small as ants.

Compared to this whim scene, he wanted to play the girl on the first floor more.

Wen Nairong's answer was very straightforward: "It's not within the scope of service."

"A secretary who sticks to the rules has no future."

“Not within the scope of service.”

"I've kissed you, why can't you hug me?"

“Not within the scope of service.”

"Then I'll go find Zhuang Yuqian."

"Do you want me to call her over for you?" Wen Nairong took out her cell phone, as if she could really help.

This little secretary is so difficult!

"Forget it, the main thing is important."

Xia Qiu stood up and walked to the main seat of the living room to sit down.

Man Nairong stood behind him.

The girl looked at the boy's dense black short hair. Although she had a good impression of the boy, it did not mean that she would become a slave of love and a captive of the boy.

She admitted that she was unnaturally and deliberately rejecting the teenager, in order to maintain her pride, her self-esteem, and her spirit.

She thought of her childhood sweethearts who had a good relationship in her class when she was in junior high school.

The classmates in the class all felt that they would be together, and often joked about the thin-skinned bamboo horse. The bamboo horse was blushing and refused to admit it. They said again and again that they didn't like Qingmei, and under the instigation of bad guys, they teased Qingmei to prove themselves.

Later, Qingmei got into the boy in the next class. Zhuma had a fight with the boy and cried very fiercely.

Wen Nairong thought that her current state might be very similar to that bamboo shooter. I don’t know what kind of brain mechanism, the adolescent teenage girls are always unwilling to admit their feelings.

Her gaze moved downward to see the boy's powerful neck.

Summer and autumn are different from that green plum. She should not need to worry about the drama of the drama of the peach blossoms still smiling in the spring breeze when she looks back.

Xia and autumn do not know where to go, but only know how to be faced by people.

Needless to say, Yi Yiyi and Zhuang Yuqian are not allowed. Jiang Ruoying shows no signs now, but if nothing unexpected happens, she will definitely sit in the boy's arms. There are already three people, and she doesn't know what she will come in the future. I don't know how many more.

Her eyes as she looked at the back of the boy's neck became dangerous.

The girl thought about the chance of success of the incident when she attacked from behind, subdued the boy, and coerced the boy to say she would not be good with other women.

The answer is zero.

Then there is no way.

I can only comfort myself, since family and friendship have never ended together, why should love be one-on-one? But what mathematical proof is there? The old customs in history?

If you say that it is not good to arouse jealousy, isn’t there often jealousy among relatives and friends?

Her gaze softened.

The lights on the river outside the glass window are colorful and constantly changing, and are prosperous.

Xia Qiu touched the back of his neck and relaxed his stiff body.

He was opening his pawn senses, thinking about what kind of shocking form to use to face the old woman who had to use a lot of it. Suddenly, he felt that the concept in Wen Nairong's body had changed behind him.

The skyrocketing "killing aura" was so conspicuous. Xia Qiu felt his neck prickly, and the girl seemed to be considering cutting the back of his neck.

Unexpectedly, the one who is the most ill and jealous is not the very bad and seductive Zhuang Yuqian on the surface, but the kind-hearted and small Wen Nairong!

The murderous aura gradually subsided. Xia Qiu reflected on what he did to make the little secretary's jealousy soared to his sword?

He just sat here in a very ordinary way!

Girls’ thoughts are so difficult to guess. Even if Xia Qiu has pawning senses, they cannot calculate in detail.

The doorbell rang, and Jiang Ruoying came over with the pawnsman from tonight.
Chapter completed!